Eli: Here's the next chapter. I warn you now, you might want to pull out
some tissues. Hope you like it, enjoy!
Gracie was sitting on her bed covering her ears. Mommy and Daddy were being the loudest she could ever remember them being. And this time, they wouldn't stop.
"Shut up, bitch!"
"You, bastard! I have had enough of your bull shit!" Vicki screamed through her sobs. ' This is it.' she thought.
"God, you never shut your trap! Why can't you just leave it alone?! You just have to drag me down into an argument!" Vicki wiped at her eyes and glared at him.
~Mama please stop cryin'
I can't stand the sound.
Your pain is painful,
and it's tearing me down.~
Gracie shuttered as she heard who she was pretty sure was her mother throw glass at her father. She tried to make a game out of it and counted how many crashes she heard. One... Two... Three... Four... Five....
"That's it! I've had enough! Get the hell out!" Vicki screamed at him. Jake scowled and grabbed his jacket.
"Fine, send the papers. We are getting a divorce!" He slammed the door after him.
"No!" Screamed Gracie. She ran to her window and opened it. She watched her dad unlock the door to his car.
"Daddy!" She screamed. Jake looked up. "Daddy, please don't go! You and mommy are mad now, but it will be better later. Daddy, please?!" Gracie begged. Jake looked down a secnd before responding.
"I'm sorry, Gracie. I can't. It's too late. But remember, I love you, Gracie. And none of this has anything to do with you. Good-bye, baby." He got into his car and took off. Gracie started to cry and sat back down on her bed. She didn't bother to wipe her tears away.
~I hear glasses breakin'
As I sit up in my bed.
I told Dad you didn't mean
Those nasty things you said.~
"Mommy!" Gracie called out as she jumped off her bed and ran downstairs. Her mom was slouched at the bottom of the stairs. Gracie ran and hugged her. "Mommy, Daddy left."
"I know, sweetie."
"When's he coming back?" Gracie asked, still hoping this wasn't the end.
"Gracie, I......" Vicki stopped and thought a minute. "Soon." She lied. "Soon.
A couple of days later, Jake did come back. But only to pick up his stuff and to sign papers. Gracie had helped him a little bit, up til her parents started to argue again. Beth, Teresa, and Chris were all up in her room. Beth had brought her CD player and was blasting music to drown out the yelling. Gracie was rolled up into a little ball on her bed crying. Chris was stroking her hair. Teresa and Bethany tried to think of ways to get her off the subject, but were failing miserably. Beth opened tht door to see if they had stopped. they hadn't. They were going on about what belongs to who, and how much money goes where. Bethany slammed the door.
~You fight about money
About me and my brother.
And this I come home to.
This is my shelter.~
Gracie cried harder at the yelling.
~It ain't easy growin' up in world war three
Never knowing what love could be.
You see, I don't want love to destroy me
like it has my family.
Can't we work this out?
Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better.
Mommy, I'll do anything.
Can't we work this out?
Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better.
Daddy, please don't leave.~
Gracie suddenly got off the bed and flew out the door. She was still crying. She stood at the base of the stairs. She watched her parents argue. Then finally, after a life time of hearing it, Gracie screamed at them.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"
Vicky and Jake stopped arguing and turned to look at her.
~Daddy, please stop yellin'.
I can't stand the sound.
Make mama stop crying.
Cause I need you around.~
"Gracie Clarice Po McCartney, you better have a good reason for all this." Jake said sternly, still pissed from his other argument.
"Stop fighting! No more fighting! There's been too much already!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. "Why do you always have to argue? I hate it when you argue! Why can't you stop?"
~My mama, she loves you.
No matter what she says, it's true.
I know that she hurts you,
but remember I love you, too.~
Jake and Vicky were silent. They didn't say anything, nor did they try to. Gracie just stared up at them, just praying that one of them would speak and make the whole world right again. But no one said a word. In a fit of fury, she screamed out again.
"Why did you do this to me? Your not suppose to hurt your family! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you both!" And with that, Gracie ran up the stair and slammed the door. Teresa, Bethany, and Chris all looked at her as she ran back in.
Without a word, Gracie grabbed the comforter off her bed and tied it to the end of her bed.
"Gracie, what are you doing?" She didn't answer. She opened her window and tossed the comforter out. She turned to the other three.
"Are you coming or not?" She didn't wait for an answer as she climbed out the window and used her comforter to get to the ground. Bethany then motioned for Teresa and Chris to follow her.
"We can't leave her all by herself." Bethany didn't bother using the comforter as a rope. she just jumped from the window sill to the ground. Teresa and Chris wisely used the comforter, and the four of them left the house.
~I ran away today.
Ran from the noise, ran away.
Don't wanna go back to that place,
but don't got no choice, no way.
It ain't easy growin' up in world war three
Never knowin' what love could be
You see, I don't want love to destroy me
Like it has my family~
"Gracie, come down. We need to talk. Gracie?" Vicky called. When she heard no reply, she began to walk up the stairs, Jake behind her. "Gracie?" She said as she opened the door, only to see the comforter thrown out the window.
"Gracie!" Vicky ran to the window and looked out. "Oh God, my little girl."
"Well, this is just great."
"Shut up, Jake!" She put her hand up when he started to speak again. "Drop it for now. Our little girl just ran away. You can scream all you want when I can hold her in my arms again, all right?"
~Can't we work this out?
Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better.
Mommy, I'll do anything.
Can't we work this out?
Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better.
Daddy please don't leave.~
Many hours later, Vicky ran inside the training hall. Gracie, Bethany, Chris, and Teresa were all sitting on the ground. The three kids turned around when they heard the door open. Gracie stood up when she saw her mom. Vicky wasted no time and picked Gracie up from off the ground.
"Oh god, Gracie!" She said, tears of joy spilling down her face. Gracie hugged her back. Jake came up and the three of them were hugging.
~In our family portrait
we look pretty happy.
Let's play pretend and act like it comes naturally.
I don't wanna split the holidays.
I don't want two addresses.
I don't want a step brother anyways,
And I don't want my mom to have to change her last name~
Gracie was exhausted, emotionally and physically. She fell asleep in their arms. So they carried her home.
Her eyes opened a little while they dressed her for bed. Then they tucked her in and each kissed her good night.
"Night mommy, night daddy."
"Good night, Gracie."
"Night, Grace."
They closed the door behind them. Jake looked at Vicky, and then the floor.
"I'll be back tomorrow for the rest of my stuff."
"Sure, fine."
"See ya."
"Bye."
Gracie pouted in her spot next to the door. Despite everything, they were still getting a divorce. She sludged over to her bed and cried herself to sleep.
~Can't we work this out?
Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better.
Mommy, I'll do anything.
Can't we work this out?
Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better.
Daddy, please don't leave.~
Coming Attractions: Candy Heart to Heart
Gracie was sitting on her bed covering her ears. Mommy and Daddy were being the loudest she could ever remember them being. And this time, they wouldn't stop.
"Shut up, bitch!"
"You, bastard! I have had enough of your bull shit!" Vicki screamed through her sobs. ' This is it.' she thought.
"God, you never shut your trap! Why can't you just leave it alone?! You just have to drag me down into an argument!" Vicki wiped at her eyes and glared at him.
~Mama please stop cryin'
I can't stand the sound.
Your pain is painful,
and it's tearing me down.~
Gracie shuttered as she heard who she was pretty sure was her mother throw glass at her father. She tried to make a game out of it and counted how many crashes she heard. One... Two... Three... Four... Five....
"That's it! I've had enough! Get the hell out!" Vicki screamed at him. Jake scowled and grabbed his jacket.
"Fine, send the papers. We are getting a divorce!" He slammed the door after him.
"No!" Screamed Gracie. She ran to her window and opened it. She watched her dad unlock the door to his car.
"Daddy!" She screamed. Jake looked up. "Daddy, please don't go! You and mommy are mad now, but it will be better later. Daddy, please?!" Gracie begged. Jake looked down a secnd before responding.
"I'm sorry, Gracie. I can't. It's too late. But remember, I love you, Gracie. And none of this has anything to do with you. Good-bye, baby." He got into his car and took off. Gracie started to cry and sat back down on her bed. She didn't bother to wipe her tears away.
~I hear glasses breakin'
As I sit up in my bed.
I told Dad you didn't mean
Those nasty things you said.~
"Mommy!" Gracie called out as she jumped off her bed and ran downstairs. Her mom was slouched at the bottom of the stairs. Gracie ran and hugged her. "Mommy, Daddy left."
"I know, sweetie."
"When's he coming back?" Gracie asked, still hoping this wasn't the end.
"Gracie, I......" Vicki stopped and thought a minute. "Soon." She lied. "Soon.
A couple of days later, Jake did come back. But only to pick up his stuff and to sign papers. Gracie had helped him a little bit, up til her parents started to argue again. Beth, Teresa, and Chris were all up in her room. Beth had brought her CD player and was blasting music to drown out the yelling. Gracie was rolled up into a little ball on her bed crying. Chris was stroking her hair. Teresa and Bethany tried to think of ways to get her off the subject, but were failing miserably. Beth opened tht door to see if they had stopped. they hadn't. They were going on about what belongs to who, and how much money goes where. Bethany slammed the door.
~You fight about money
About me and my brother.
And this I come home to.
This is my shelter.~
Gracie cried harder at the yelling.
~It ain't easy growin' up in world war three
Never knowing what love could be.
You see, I don't want love to destroy me
like it has my family.
Can't we work this out?
Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better.
Mommy, I'll do anything.
Can't we work this out?
Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better.
Daddy, please don't leave.~
Gracie suddenly got off the bed and flew out the door. She was still crying. She stood at the base of the stairs. She watched her parents argue. Then finally, after a life time of hearing it, Gracie screamed at them.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"
Vicky and Jake stopped arguing and turned to look at her.
~Daddy, please stop yellin'.
I can't stand the sound.
Make mama stop crying.
Cause I need you around.~
"Gracie Clarice Po McCartney, you better have a good reason for all this." Jake said sternly, still pissed from his other argument.
"Stop fighting! No more fighting! There's been too much already!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. "Why do you always have to argue? I hate it when you argue! Why can't you stop?"
~My mama, she loves you.
No matter what she says, it's true.
I know that she hurts you,
but remember I love you, too.~
Jake and Vicky were silent. They didn't say anything, nor did they try to. Gracie just stared up at them, just praying that one of them would speak and make the whole world right again. But no one said a word. In a fit of fury, she screamed out again.
"Why did you do this to me? Your not suppose to hurt your family! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you both!" And with that, Gracie ran up the stair and slammed the door. Teresa, Bethany, and Chris all looked at her as she ran back in.
Without a word, Gracie grabbed the comforter off her bed and tied it to the end of her bed.
"Gracie, what are you doing?" She didn't answer. She opened her window and tossed the comforter out. She turned to the other three.
"Are you coming or not?" She didn't wait for an answer as she climbed out the window and used her comforter to get to the ground. Bethany then motioned for Teresa and Chris to follow her.
"We can't leave her all by herself." Bethany didn't bother using the comforter as a rope. she just jumped from the window sill to the ground. Teresa and Chris wisely used the comforter, and the four of them left the house.
~I ran away today.
Ran from the noise, ran away.
Don't wanna go back to that place,
but don't got no choice, no way.
It ain't easy growin' up in world war three
Never knowin' what love could be
You see, I don't want love to destroy me
Like it has my family~
"Gracie, come down. We need to talk. Gracie?" Vicky called. When she heard no reply, she began to walk up the stairs, Jake behind her. "Gracie?" She said as she opened the door, only to see the comforter thrown out the window.
"Gracie!" Vicky ran to the window and looked out. "Oh God, my little girl."
"Well, this is just great."
"Shut up, Jake!" She put her hand up when he started to speak again. "Drop it for now. Our little girl just ran away. You can scream all you want when I can hold her in my arms again, all right?"
~Can't we work this out?
Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better.
Mommy, I'll do anything.
Can't we work this out?
Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better.
Daddy please don't leave.~
Many hours later, Vicky ran inside the training hall. Gracie, Bethany, Chris, and Teresa were all sitting on the ground. The three kids turned around when they heard the door open. Gracie stood up when she saw her mom. Vicky wasted no time and picked Gracie up from off the ground.
"Oh god, Gracie!" She said, tears of joy spilling down her face. Gracie hugged her back. Jake came up and the three of them were hugging.
~In our family portrait
we look pretty happy.
Let's play pretend and act like it comes naturally.
I don't wanna split the holidays.
I don't want two addresses.
I don't want a step brother anyways,
And I don't want my mom to have to change her last name~
Gracie was exhausted, emotionally and physically. She fell asleep in their arms. So they carried her home.
Her eyes opened a little while they dressed her for bed. Then they tucked her in and each kissed her good night.
"Night mommy, night daddy."
"Good night, Gracie."
"Night, Grace."
They closed the door behind them. Jake looked at Vicky, and then the floor.
"I'll be back tomorrow for the rest of my stuff."
"Sure, fine."
"See ya."
"Bye."
Gracie pouted in her spot next to the door. Despite everything, they were still getting a divorce. She sludged over to her bed and cried herself to sleep.
~Can't we work this out?
Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better.
Mommy, I'll do anything.
Can't we work this out?
Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better.
Daddy, please don't leave.~
Coming Attractions: Candy Heart to Heart